It just kept coming and coming and coming.  I tried feeling sorry for myself for a bit, about the thrice-necessary shoveling and the jury duty and the surgery and my parents not being able to come and so many other not-so-important, really, things.  But they were so damn happy, sculpting at the kitchen table in their undies, that it was hard not to be happy, too.

SMD

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